813 Stories

813 Stories Presents:

“One evening , after a long and grueling day at work, I came home to find a package on my front porch. Just a plain brown box with no return address or message implicating who this package was meant for. But it was on my porch at my home so I opened the door. “

” The middle of the train is where two complete strangers, one coming from the front entrance and one from the back, found their way to the last set of seats on that nearly packed train; horizontal to each other and unoccupied. They sat down, almost in unison, beside each other without saying a word.”

” The middle of the train is where two complete strangers, one coming from the front entrance and one from the back, found their way to the last set of seats on that nearly packed train; horizontal to each other and unoccupied. They sat down, almost in unison, beside each other without saying a word.”